And I realised, that as

my lawyer sat there,

objecting only two or three

times, that she was pissed

at his cowardice

And pretended not to

look at the cross of a platform

which I mounted,

the citadel of my romantic crucifixion,

I pretty much knew that

she hated me,

and even if she did,

I wouldn't blame her,

because I was perpetually

ignored her for my own good

I misunderstood love,

I should have move on

with her in bravery

and consumed her brother's

valor with its fire,

but the foul disease of cowardice,

just froze me in fear,

I stood there,

TRYING TO AVOID TROUBLE,

when her hands slipped off mine

Then I knew

that if truely my heart sang

of her name, an energy

would have overtaken me,

to subvert her brother's authority,

and the whole world

might have known that indeed,

indeed, love had made me strong

so, if you're reading this...

learn the lesson from this story,

if you truly love someone,

do everything you can to protect them,

or you might lose them,

and I can assure you,

that might be the end of your life.

                                                    By Kakraba Afful